Magic Dreams

Lazy rings of smoke

float ever down,

in filtered evening

beams of magic light.

Miles and miles

of anxious dreaming.

Tell my tales

to all i meet,

so i know myself.

Throbbing midnights

and lover's dreams.

Magic only i know

alone in the dark.

Lost in space,

not to memory,

never to life.

The more i

think about it,

the more unclear

it becomes.

So away i go,

flying higher,

faster i fly, Alive.

Catching glimpses,

breaths of strange air.

Growing, glowing,

freedom of life.

All hail the magic night,

parent of inspiration,

mother of us all.

Dreams so old,

so strange,

now i think i know,

so i must you see.

Knowing is believing,

knowing is wondering.

Seeking, dreaming,

soaking up the

whole damn thing.

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Democracy Of The Ninety Nine Percent

I used to believe

in their democracy,

but now i see

right thru it.

All the lies,

hate and greed,

are glaring examples

of hypocrisy,

the one percenters

fiery pit.

They lie and cheat

their way to the top,

cloaking truth

behind closed doors.

They keep telling

us all is grand,

as they press on

with their evil wars.

But, the winds of

change are blowing,

this the ninety nine

percent are sure.

For real democracy

is truth and justice,

this is the people's roar!

The one percent

are scared of this,

the ultimate

playground bullies.

They must instill fear

in the hearts of men,

to keep their house

of cards from falling.

Their system is

crumbling none the less,

and the ninety nine 

percent know it.

We must keep taking

it to the streets,

no matter how

hard the fight is.

For then, the evil

one percent

will truly know what

real democracy looks like!

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